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About an hour later Kurt and I were back in our clothes. I still can’t believe what just happened. I just had sex with Kurt Cobain. I finally got to a guy before Heidi could. But still Heidi had something I would never have.
Kurt’s still her boyfriend.
Just the thought of them together makes me sick. Then again, having a one night stand wasn’t such a clean move on my conscious either.
Then it struck me like a bolt of lightning.
What exactly was going to happen between me and Kurt? I mean, it’s going to be pretty hard trying to go back to normal knowing that we had sex. I continue to think of this as I walk Kurt to the door. What’s going to happen between us?
Kurt lets out a sigh and smiles when we reach the door. I get butterflies in my stomach when he continues to stare at me.
“Ally, if that was your definition of rusty then….wow.” I laugh at the thought of that.
“Yeah well, I do try cuz….I just have to.” I say kind of sadly and let my eyes fall straight to the ground. Kurt looks at me, obviously confused by my statement.
“What do you mean you ‘have’ to?”
“Because I’m ugly and ugly girls have to try 10x harder in bed than pretty girls.”
Kurt strokes my cheek and lofts up head to meet his gaze. “You’re not ugly, you’re beautiful, besides pretty girls just lie there.” He winks at me before he starts to turn the doorknob. Before he can actually open the door all the way, I quickly slam the door shut and push Kurt against it and kiss him forcefully. Kurt’s eyes widened but he doesn’t push me away. He just grips my hair and deepens the kiss.
When I finally pull back Kurt chuckles before whispering in my ear, “You act like we’re never going to do things like this again.”
I feel my face redden before confusion washes over me.
But you’re with Heidi and I don’t think I can live with knowing that we’re fucking behind her back.” Kurt laughs and grabs my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes. “It won’t be cheating if we aren’t together now would it.”
Excitement exploded in my stomach and a smile almost by instinct was craved onto my face. I wanted him more than painting, more than the blood in my arms.
“So are you saying….” I say, voice trailing away.
“Yes,” Kurt says and takes my hand. “Ally, I want you to be my girlfriend. What do ya’ say?” He sounded a little timid at the last part.
“Yes.” I say before he can really finish the last sentence. Kurt gives me a big cheeky smile that you would expect from a child in a candy shop, and pulls me into his arms.
“I’ll call Heidi later on in the evening and tell her whatever was on between us is over.”
“Speaking of Heidi, where exactly will I live once you two break up, because I’m sure as hell that she won’t want me here with her.”
“Good point.” Kurt thinks for a moment. “Ok how about this, you can live with Krist, Dave, and me until you get sick of our guts and practically ripping your hair out.” I smile at the thought of not only not having to hear Heidi having sex with a new guy every night, but also knowing that I would be sleeping in the same bed as my new boyfriend.
“Ok that’ll work, but I think I should tell us about us, but you can still call tonight and break up with her.”
Kurt puts out his hand and we shake on it. “Deal, nothing like evening phone calls,” he says rather sarcastically like some love sick teenage girl.” I nod trying not to laugh at his horrible impression. Kurt runs a thin hand through his greasy blonde hair before letting out a tired sigh.
“Well, I guess I should get going. I have to rehearse in about an hour. You know, now that we’re dating should come and watch us rehearse sometime.”
“Maybe,” I say trying to imagine exactly how chaotic their rehearsals must be. Kurt gives me one last smile and one last kiss before finally leaving. I walk over to the couch, trying to think exactly how I would tell Heidi that I pretty much stole her “boyfriend,” if he’s even that. I know in Heidi’s eyes he’s not even remotely her boyfriend. He’s just some trophy that she’s able to brag to all her friends about. He deserves much better than both Heidi and myself combined.
I must’ve spent more time than I had thought, because around 5:30 I heard the doorknob shake a little. It was no other than Heidi.
“I’m home, no need to cry from the misery of missing me anymore,” Heidi sand as she greeted me in one of her infamous greetings. I let out a groan of annoyance before giving her a wave. She comes to sit next to me and starts to rant as usual about how shitty her day was. Heidi didn’t seem suspicious so all was well until…..the dreaded question that made me cringe in disgust was asked.
“Did you see my Kurtzy wurtzy today?”
More than you think, I thought to myself.
“Yeah, he came over today looking for you.” I say knowing the answer would please Heidi.
Heidi smiles, “Aw, my baby missed me didn’t he? Well, what’d he say?”
“If you were home because he needed to talk to you about something important.”
Heidi looked slightly disappointed and lowered her eyes to the ground, almost as though she was expecting him to come over and fuck her. “Oh, so nothing special?”
“Nope, but he said he’ll call you later,” I say blankly. That made her face almost as fast as she’s able to take her panties off.
“Then I shall wait for his ca--,” Right then and there she was cut off by the phone.
Heidi looks over at the receiver. “Oh my god it’s him!” She squealed and picked up the phone in a rush.
“Hello? Oh hello Kurt, wasn’t expecting a call from you today. But I guess you can’t get enough of me, can you? Yeah, she’s in the room. Um, ok,” Heidi outs her hand on the receiver and turns to me. “Do you mind?” And gives me the shoo shoo hand motion.
I roll my eyes at her and walk upstairs. God, I can’t wait until Kurt breaks up with her. She was asking for it. That concept suddenly gets my creative juices flowing. But, it’s not the usual one where I feel the need to paint. It was the one where I needed to write a song. It only comes on rare occasions though.
I grab my song book from under the bed and a nearby pencil from my bedside table.
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah she was asking for it, did she ask you twice?
Right in the middle of writing the chorus I hear Heidi’s voice cutting through my door like a knife in someone’s sweaty palm. I open the door just a little to hear just enough of their conversation.
“No Mr. Cobain I’m sorry! Sorry I ever gave your sorry ass a chance, because honey you don’t know what you’re missing! Getting into your pants is like getting a dog to sit! A stupid, retarded dog at that!”
Ouch, that must’ve hit a raw nerve in him. Heidi slams the phone down before stomping upstairs. Right as I attempt to close my door Heidi’s hand gets a firm grip on it, preventing it from closing. I wonder exactly how Kurt broke up with her because Heidi’s eyes were flaming. She looked like she wanted to kill ME, not Kurt.
“Something wrong Heidi?” I try to ask as normal as possible as I can.
“Kurt broke up with me and I think know the reason why.”
I got the sudden feeling that a child would get when they’re caught with a hand in the cookie jar.
Heidi holds up her hand to stop me from saying anymore. “Save it Ally! If it weren’t for your stupid boyfriend, Cory, this would’ve never happened.”
Cory? She thinks his is Cory’s fault? Well, I guess it would have to work for now.
“You think this is Cory’s fault?”
Heidi rolls her eyes like I asked something stupid. “Well duh, it’s pretty obvious that he scared him off.”
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, probably. I’m sorry.”
Heidi shakes her head and puts her head up to me. “Don’t be I would’ve probably never gotten into his pants anyway.” I shutter in utter disgust when she made that comment.
“Probably.” With that being said Heidi turns around and leaves my bedroom for the shower. Thankfully too because I’m suddenly getting the familiar feeling I’ve gotten before. It was strong, it was big, and made me feel weak and like shit.
It was the dreaded withdrawal. I look down to see my hand is already shaking and that I’m feeling very faint.
I step out of my room just a little to make sure Heidi is in the shower. Once I’m sure she is, I rush over to my stash. One thing most people don’t know about me is, as sad as it is, I’m a heroin addict. I’ve been one for about two years now that I can remember and I hate it so much. I’ve tried to stop before but the feeling it’s just so, so unbearable and it felt so good to forget all your problems for awhile.
Once I’m sure I have everything I need, I heat up the delightful brown powder substance which in a moment of time turns in liquid. I then grab a clean syringe and input the brown substance in it. I tap the syringe a few times to make sure I get all the air bubbles out. Once I have that taken care of, I pierce my pale arm with the syringe, letting the smack fill my veins, relaxing me as it does. I lean over to the bedside table and grab a cotton ball and dab it with some rubbing alcohol, and place it on the spot where the blood was coming from until I’m sure the blood has clotted.
After a few moments my vision goes from clear to fuzzy. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. It almost felt as good as the orgasm I received earlier from Kurt.
My eyelids then start to droop a little and before I’m even aware of it, I’m completely out in a drug induced sleep.